Classic George, always one step off, unable to really get that Comeback that we all dream of delivering but never get a chance to do in real life.
My mother went to the furrier today with the pieces of fur and the owner took them and showed her that they were cut from the coat he keeps telling her is hers but that my mother swears isn’t.
In other words, she’s done with him. She told him she was incredibly stressed out from the ordeal of not being believed, and the asshole bounced back and said HE was stressed too. This is the moment I wished I had been there today for my own Jerk Store comeback but alas, the snow kept me home. I felt badly that I was not able to be any support but my sister and I encouraged her to let it be. She told him she didn’t want the coat, that it was NOT hers, that he could keep it and hope he felt like crap for treating her so badly.
For anyone in the greater Philadelphia area thinking of buying furs, please do not patronize the Jacques Ferber Furrier. I’m not going to give them the benefit of a link to their website even because they don’t deserve any publicity other than to let you know how badly they treated my mother. It was deplorable how cold and mean the owner Ken Ferber was to my mother – how he never gave her any benefit of the doubt. It’s hard to understand. Sigh.